When I first heard about the Winter Music Conference maybe 6 or 7 years ago, I made it a life goal to somehow attend before I left this old world. The fact that it took me all this time to finally achieve that goal was a bit of prolonged foreplay that made quite the feeling of euphoria as I stepped off the plane into the warm salty air. At the sound of some older Cuban women talking to one side of us, Reggaeton music playing outta someone's car, and the sight of guys with suitcases with headphones hanging on them just here at the airport, my traveling companion Brother McWilliams grinned at me, knocked the fists friendly and stated, "We're here, dude!" Yes, we were!